Distracted by the book she'd been reading, she decided to give up on it for now. How many times had she read that same sentence? She giggled to herself, reaching over to set the book on her nightstand. She quickly checked her phone, making sure she had no new notifications and then clicked her lamp off.

While she lay in the darkness of her bedroom, she smiled to herself. Brick was still on her mind. It had only been two days.. but still… she was surprised he was having such a lingering effect on her. Maybe it shouldn't have been all that surprising, since it had been two years since she'd slept with anyone. The last person being Jace. She hardly ever thought about him anymore, the memory of him had long since faded.

They hadn't been together that long anyway, only shy of a year. Still, since Jace left, she hadn't even thought about dating again. It was always the same thing.. It started off amazing and then after she got attached and felt like they could really have a future.. Bam. She gets hit with the whole, 'Sorry I didn't know you being a superhero would get in the way of our relationship' card. She could hardly blame them though. She sighed, thinking about it. How many times had that happened.. three? She couldn't bear it anymore.

Her friend Robin was always trying to get her to give up dating for a while and just try hooking up instead.. But that wasn't really her. Sleeping around with different men.. that didn't even sound appealing. Plus, everyone in Townsville knew her.. It would be weird. Especially if news got out that she was into one night stands. She shook the thought from her head. She didn't need a boyfriend but didn't want to sleep around either.

Her mind flashed back to Brick and she bit her lip. Who was she trying to hide her smile from? Herself? It had been different with him. Normally a one night stand would never have even crossed her mind. She'd never had one before.. But he was a temptation that she just couldn't pass up for some reason.. Which was very new to her. Life was full of temptation and she had always resisted, doing her best to maintain her good girl image and stand by her morals.

When it came to Brick the other night though, any ounce of reluctance had vanished into the thin nighttime air around her and she crawled into bed with a villain. Was it his incredibly good looks? Those muscles? She shuddered. No she had a feeling it was darker than that.. His forcefulness? Maybe the fact that she knew she shouldn't, that he was one desire that she should never let herself be seduced by.. Allowing herself to go there, threatened her very integrity. She knew it at the time, but couldn't resist..

She was ashamed to admit it, but it was likely the biggest reason she was attracted to him. He was 'bad' and she was 'good'.. but if it was so wrong for the two to collide, then why had it felt so incredibly good? Maybe mixing good and bad.. made more good? Good always wins. Plus, it was just a one time thing.. nothing more. Therefore, she did nothing wrong. Now that she cleaned her hands of that.. Time to get her mind off him.

She took a deep breath and tried to fall asleep. Fat chance of that apparently. Her mind wouldn't let go of him. He was just so... assertive.. he knew what he wanted and he went for it. He said what was on his mind always.. and he didn't hold back… in any aspect. It was sexy. That mixed with his ridiculous good looks and strong arms… it was a deadly combination.

Even though the other night had gone differently than any other sexual encounter she'd ever had.. So rough... and raw.. He had been a little demanding and had some temper flares but if she was being honest… it only added to the overall hotness of it. It felt.. dangerous and dirty. She was still high off the feeling.

When compared to the rest of her very short list of sex partners.. Brick stood out so overwhelmingly that she actually felt kind of embarrassed for her ex's.. as well as herself for having slept with them. The weirdest thing was that she'd never even known she was having such boring sex. At the time she thought it was pretty good.. Even though she hadn't felt the life altering phenomenon that was an orgasm.. until she gave herself one, post Jace. She laughed. Brick really had shown her an entirely different perspective.. One that was going to be damned near impossible to forget.


"You've been in such a good mood lately!" Bubbles exclaimed. "What's going on? Oh my gosh are you seeing somebody?" The Professor looked over now, interested as well and Buttercup scrolled through her phone, not paying attention in the slightest.

Blossom laughed, "I'm not seeing anyone." Her eyes darted over to the noise of clashing pins as a random bowler got a strike. "Can't I just be in a good mood?"

Her blonde sister smiled back, "Yes. But something has to be causing it."

Thankfully it was her turn to bowl, she avoided Bubble's prying eyes and dodged the rest of her comments and questions. Note to self: Act less happy around nosy sister.

After listening to Buttercup ramble on about wrestling and Bubbles gossip about people that Blossom didn't know. She really just wanted a few minutes to herself. She loved her family, and even though they didn't see each other as often since she'd moved out.. she still saw her sisters a few times a week, fighting crime. A girl could only take so much.

She said she had to use the restroom, an excuse to be alone for a moment. When she reached the hall where the bathrooms were located, a surge of fear ran through her briefly as a hand clamped over her mouth and pulled her behind a closed door. Of course she knew that she could get herself out of any danger, but the fact that someone had even been able to sneak up on her was a scary feeling. Her panic faded before she even turned around. His scent was unmistakable, it filled her lungs, immediately taking her back to the night she'd spent with him.

Brick felt her suddenly relax and he took his hand off her mouth. He pushed her ponytail to the side and his lips found the crook of her neck, from behind.

She locked the door to the single person bathroom. Her lips were already on his before she'd even fully turned around. As soon as she did, her back hit the door and his hand went up her shirt. His mouth felt like heaven and she was lost. A fallen angel. Her bottom lip pouted out slightly when he pulled away, but she quickly fixed that. "What are you doing here?"

He smirked, ignoring her question, in place of his own. "Why haven't you texted?"

She was taken aback by his subject change. "Should I have?" She pushed herself off the door, with an eyebrow raise.

He pulled her by the loops of her jeans, closer to him, quickly undoing her button and zipper. "I don't like to be kept waiting." The look in his eye, as well as his tone, were austere. His hand disappeared into her pants, rubbing over the top of her panties.

"Ahh.." She moaned, grasping onto his arm "Brick.. we're in-"

Pushing her underwear to the side, he slipped into her, massaging her before moving his fingers to her clit, making circular motions.

The fear of somebody knocking on the door turned to a distant memory as the pleasure increased. It wasn't long until she began to get close..

He brought his lips to her ear. "Your ass looks amazing in these.. but I can't easily get to your pussy." He kissed her cheek. "No more jeans."

She'd never had a man talk so.. dirty to her before. She felt herself get even wetter, before she comprehended the rest of his sentence. A laugh escaped her lips, "What?"

He pulled his hand away from her, and his gaze hardened.

"Okay. No jeans." She pushed herself into his fingers again. In that moment she felt like she would have agreed to anything to feel his touch again.

He smiled, and started rubbing her again. "Good girl." He put his lips to her neck, suckling until her skin began turning a shade of purple. She didn't try to stop him even though she didn't know how she would cover her neck after this. She didn't care.. She wanted it.

As he brought her to completion, she clutched onto him tightly, kissing him once again. He licked his fingers before washing them off in the sink.

She cleaned herself up the best she could and he watched her, entertained. "Blossom." She faced him, raising an eyebrow, but her attention was abruptly taken.

"Bloss!" She heard her sister's voice on the other side of the door and her eyes went wide. Brick's mouth turned up, into an amused grin.

She panicked, double checking that the door was locked. "Just a sex- SEC!" She called out, covering her face in embarrassment at her mistake. Brick silently snickered to himself. She ran the sink to make it seem like she was finishing up and then turned it off and went to the door. Before her hand touched the knob, she glanced over her shoulder at Brick, unsure of what to do. She mouthed an apology and then turned off the light and walked out.

"I was starting to get worried." Bubbles cocked her head slightly. "What were you-"

"Bubs, I really need your advice on something. Mind if we talk outside?" She saw her sister eyeing the door and desperately wanted to get her away from there before she went in.

Bubble's eyes lit up at her sister's words, Blossom didn't come to her for help often. Curiously she followed her sister outside. Great, now she had to think of a fake issue to get help with..


Stepping out of the scalding shower, Blossom wrapped herself in her fluffy robe and flopped onto her bed, still soaking wet.

Apparently seeing Brick and not needing a shower afterwards didn't mesh well together.

No jeans, huh? She scoffed. He sure was demanding for someone who wasn't even her boyfriend. Why was he at the damn bowling alley in the first place? Was he following her? She rubbed her face, in confusion. Following her for what.. to bring her pleasure in the bathroom? That was ridiculous. She laughed out loud at the thought. If that's what he was doing.. Who would object? Who could?

She picked up her phone and checked the time, it wasn't even 6:00pm. Blossom had opted out of getting dinner with her family, thanks to Brick she couldn't wait to get home and change her clothes. She already had to sit in her soaking wet panties through two more games.. She reached for her stomach, as it growled. When was the last time she'd actually eaten?

She got dressed, grabbed her things and headed out the door. She needed to get groceries. But first.. she needed some answers from Brick. She didn't know if he would be home or not. But she decided to just show up instead of texting and finding out. If he wasn't there then at least she could say that she tried to come over, the next time he showed up somewhere asking why she hadn't tried to see him again.

When she got to his door, she felt suddenly nervous, chewing on her inner cheek. Should she really be here so casually? At all for that matter? But she was already there. And she needed answers. That's what was important right now. Hesitantly she rang his doorbell.. almost praying that he wouldn't answer.

The door cracked open and a pair of tantalizing red eyes peered out at her. He folded his arms over his chest. "Come to apologize?" He smirked. "I might forgive you, if you get on your knees and beg."

Her mouth fell open slightly. The audacity of this man. "I came.. to ask you what you were doing earlier." She retorted.

He gave her a once over, noticing her jeans had been replaced. Then stepped out of the way, to let her in. But she didn't budge. Something had to be done about her attitude today. "If you want to talk, come talk." He left the door open and started for the living room. "I'm sure you don't want to be recognized out there.. Though I certainly wouldn't mind it." His laugh was menacing.

Sighing, she followed him inside. He was already sitting on the couch, knowing she would come.

"Good choice." He said.

She rolled her eyes, standing in front of him. "Well?"

"Well what?" The smart ass look on his face was so annoying, it was almost funny.

"Why are you playing games?" She demanded, letting out a huff of air.

Brick patted the cushion next to him, gesturing for her to sit. "Who's playing games?"

She scoffed. "You are unbelievable!"

"Blossom." His eyes bore into hers now. "The least you could do is kiss me first, if you're going to come over here demanding that I answer your ridiculous questions."

Maybe she was being a little rude.. He hadn't actually done anything to warrant her hostility. In fact, he'd very generously given her an orgasm earlier and gotten nothing in return. She hesitated for a moment before walking over to him and leaning down. "Fine. One kiss."

He grabbed her arm firmly and pulled her onto his lap, in one smooth motion. His hands were in her hair, entangling, as he kissed her. If she insisted on kissing him only once, then it would be the longest kiss of her life. She tried to pull away, but his grip on her was tight, forcing her to stay. His lips were soft but his kissing was rough. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, and they intertwined. He was so intoxicating, she hadn't even realized that she'd succumbed to him.. kissing him hungrily. Her mind was blank, only able to focus on his lips, his tongue, god.. that tongue, and his hands moving across her body, like they were trying to feel every part of her.

He had done his job, because when he tried to pull away from their 'one kiss' she wouldn't let him go. He laid down on the couch now, pulling her down with him. She was lying on top of him, as they continued to make out. His hands moved up her shirt, grazing over her defined stomach and then his hands were at her waist.

She felt a deep pain in her stomach and broke away from his lips, sitting atop him. She held her stomach for a moment, until the pain subsided. He stared at her curiously. "Uh, I gotta go." Before she could get off of him, he stopped her, gripping tighter onto her sides. "Come on Brick, I'm starving." She laughed.

Brick smiled. "What's for dinner?" She gasped as he flipped her over so she was on her back now. Hovering over her, he pushed up the hem of her shirt, exposing her stomach. He put his ear to her bare skin and listened to her hunger pain. He kissed her belly, and then moved his face down lower.. resting on her groin.

"Brick. Do you ever think about anything else?" She asked him incredulously.

"No." He nuzzled her, over her leggings. "I only think about you baby."

Blossom felt a pang in her chest, but ignored his false flattery, sitting up. "Okay I'm going. I need to eat."

"Where are we going?"

She scoffed. "I'm going to the grocery store." She got to her feet now, letting him hit the cushion, where she once was.

He rolled over, facing her, and pouted. She had never seen this side of him before, Brick Jojo could be playful and… cute? She smiled, biting her lip. She knelt back down, kissing him again.

When she pulled away, he grabbed her waist, gently. "You know, you were kind of mean to me earlier. You hurt my feelings..."

"I 'hurt' your feelings?" she asked, in a teasing tone, on the verge of laughter. What was going on with him today?

"There you go again.." He poked out his bottom lip. "I think I was pretty.. nice to you earlier.. and you just left me in the dark." He stood up now, touching her chin gently. "I don't think I can forgive you unless…"

Her expression changed to one of curiosity. "Unless…?"

"Unless you make me dinner tonight." He kissed her cheek.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, trying to study his face. What was going on, was he malfunctioning? This new side of him did pique her interest, but she wasn't biting. "Great, maybe I'll poison you."

"Mmm.." He moaned in her ear. His raw, throaty voice was so alluring, it sent a shiver down her spine. "I love when you talk dirty to me." He winked.

"I'm not a very good cook." She crossed her arms, challenging him.

He smiled and pulled her into him, kissing her firmly on the lips. Then slid his credit card into her waistband.


Cleaning someone else's kitchen was weird but not as weird as it had been to cook there. Brick had insisted that she didn't need to do the dishes, but she wasn't just going to cook a meal in someone else's house and leave a mess.. even if it was his idea in the first place.

Dinner went better than expected. She enjoyed the meal and Brick seemed to as well, though she didn't know the kinds of things he normally ate. For the life of her she couldn't imagine him cooking for himself, then again, she also couldn't imagine him cleaning.. yet his house was pristine. Truthfully, Blossom didn't know anything about him. It was probably best that way.

After she'd returned the house to its former glory, she went to the living room to gather her things. As soon as she picked up her keys, Brick was in her ear. "Stay the night."

She laughed, "Why on earth would I stay?"

His hand creeped slowly up her spine, causing her stomach to flutter. "I can think of a few reasons..." As soon as his strong arms wrapped around her, she could feel her willpower falter. When he realized he had her, he wasted no time carrying her up to his room.

Once again, Blossom Utonium found herself in the bed of her sworn enemy. She had little time to contemplate how things had ended up that way, before he threw her legs open and crawled between them, to meet her lips.

Her chest was already heaving, with anticipation. He always had that effect on her. As he kissed her he began to rub her through her leggings.

"You're gonna ruin all my clothes."

He pulled away from her, sitting up, and looked her in the eyes, "Then stop wearing them." He pulled her bottoms off in one smooth movement, taking her panties along with them.

"Who said you could do that?" She smiled, shaking her head slightly, in disbelief.

The laugh he gave was intimidating. "I want dessert." He lifted her legs over his shoulders and held tightly onto her hips. "And you're going to provide it." His mouth was already on her, licking her all over. She melted into the bed, losing herself to his hot tongue.

Gripping onto the sheets, she reached her peak, from his tongue. When he didn't relent, she tried wriggling out of his grasp, but it was no use. "Brick.. please!" Her pleading was on the verge of a scream, as she tried to tear herself away from him. His tongue was tickling her so bad now, it was painful.

His crimson eyes pierced into her and he let out a frightful laugh, watching her attempt to escape. He knew she wasn't going anywhere and he was enjoying her pain a great deal.

"Fuck!" She yelled, in agony. He intensified his movements on her over stimulated, sensitive clit. "Ah- Brick!" Her hands went to the headboard behind her, trying to find something to hold onto. "Please! It's too much!" There was an ear piercing sound as her nails dug into the wood of his headboard, trying to claw their way to safety.

He let up only for a second, pulling away just barely. "You'll feel better in a minute baby, trust me."

When his tongue flicked against her again, faster than ever, she threw her hands over her face. She tried desperately to steady her breathing, as hot wet streaks ran down her hopeless face.

Before she knew it, the pain was gone and his sloppy wet motions felt like heaven again. She dropped her arms to her sides, more relaxed than she felt like she ever had been. After struggling for what felt like a lifetime, her body was exhausted. Her orgasm came quickly this time, and it was the most intense thing she'd ever felt, her moans reflected that. It lasted a long time, far longer than she ever imagined they could. Her hands were grasping at Brick when it finally subsided.

She lay on the bed panting heavily after, unable to move. Fear ran through her at the thought that he might keep going again, and automatically her eyes began to water.

Much to her surprise and relief, Brick crawled out from under her legs. She covered her face before he could see that she'd been crying and went to the bathroom as fast as her legs would take her, even though they were threatening to collapse as they violently shook.

She stared at her reflection in the mirror, horrified. Just as she reached for a wash cloth, Brick was standing behind her. Again, she turned her face from him, not wanting him to see her like that.

He could see that she was trying to hide from him, but he wasn't having it. He whipped her around, her eyes were glassy and bloodshot, the faded black streaks from her makeup had run from her eyes and dried over her cheeks. Again, she tried to turn from him, "Come on.. I look disgusting." The shame in her voice was apparent, it was more about what it represented than the way she actually looked.

Gently touching her chin, he tilted her head up so he could get a better look at her. Knowing it was pointless she didn't try to resist him this time, but she could hardly look him in the eye. She felt so unbearably weak.. crying in front of her lifelong rival, not only that but the way she had been forced to cry… how humiliating. Is this what he was after all along?

*You look beautiful." He smiled, running his fingers lightly over her cheek. He meant it. In fact, he was positive that this was the most beautiful she'd ever looked before. Her eyes met his for a moment and he was mesmerized. To know that he had caused Blossom to look this way.. that he had corrupted her so thoroughly.. that she would even allow him to stand before her while she looked this way, showing him a weakness that he could guarantee no other person had ever seen… It was something truly remarkable. "You look perfect.. and damaged."

Damaged? He looked lustful when he said it. She was sure that he knew how worthless she felt, and even still, he looked so smug and satisfied with himself. She laughed, in disbelief. "God.. you must truly hate me."

He wrapped his arms around her bare skin and pulled her into his chest. "Not even close." He said softly into her ear, stroking her hair.

It was a very peculiar mix of emotions to allow yourself to be comforted by the same person who had terrorized you. Even so, she felt herself soften as soon as she leaned into him, her arms tightened around his torso, clinging to him.

They stayed like that for a while, content. When she finally pulled away he wet a washcloth with warm water and wiped away her embarrassment. As much as he hated to, for his own selfish reasons.. He knew if they were going to make it through the rest of the night.. She would need some of her confidence back.


Without any hesitation, she walked over to his dresser and pulled out a t-shirt. He watched, almost awestruck as she took her own shirt off and slipped one of his over her naked body. It was long enough to cover her bare lower half. She went downstairs briefly and returned with a bottle of wine.

He raised an eyebrow, still waiting for her on the edge of the bed. "No glass?"

Having already uncorked the wine, she took a long swig straight from the bottle. "Don't need one."

He hadn't batted an eyelash, if she wanted to wear his clothes and drink his wine then that was a small price to pay. She was well worth it. "Gotta get drunk in order to be with me?" He teased.

She smirked, taking another drink. "I'll probably get a headache, but you stress me out." Another drink. "So, yeah." He just smiled a devious smile back at her.

"You could just refuse me." He challenged her, smugly. Just just scoffed. As if that was a real option.

She stayed close to the bottle until she'd had a few glasses worth of it. Then her attitude changed drastically and seemingly out of nowhere. One minute she was across the room with her bottle and the next she was in his lap, pouring the wine down his throat. He let her, happily. The state she was in was very amusing. It was still early and he could tell that it was going to be a hell of a night.. Which he was very much looking forward to.

Lucky for him he didn't have to wait. She set the bottle down and started kissing him, while rocking back and forth on his lap. She wasn't normally this forward, typically waiting for him to make the first move. He was a naturally dominant guy so he certainly didn't mind, but her coming onto him, knowing how shy she was… was a surprising turn on. Obviously, he knew that she wanted him, or she wouldn't be there at all. But it was starting to look like she wanted him even more than she usually let on.

"You might wanna take these off." Blossom looked down at his pants, "I'm getting… stuff on you.." She stood up, laughing.

Brick smirked when he saw the wet mess that she'd left on his black jeans. He pulled them off, leaving only his boxer briefs, and leaned back against the wall. Her eyes went wide with excitement, and she eagerly climbed back onto him.

She let out a loud sigh. "Stop having a shirt on. It's annoying." She pulled it over his head and tossed it behind her.

"You're really demanding, when you're drunk." His smile was maniacal. "I'll let it slide, because you're so fucking sexy." He lifted the shirt she'd been wearing, and now she was completely naked again.

"I'm not drunk." She adjusted herself so that she was grinding on him properly, as she began moving back and forth again. "I only had.. some wine."

He gripped onto her hips and she let out a stifled breath. "Do you always want me this bad?" He asked, with a pleased look on his face.

"Yeah."

Yep she was definitely drunk, a sober Blossom would never admit something like that. Well.. unless he was threatening to stop rubbing her clit. He had gotten her to say some pretty interesting things the last time.

She must've been really aroused, because she could feel the wetness seeping out of her, onto Brick's underwear. She touched herself to see how wet she was and watched his eyes light up. When she removed her soaking fingers she held them up to his mouth and he licked them clean, enthusiastically.

He was already hard, but she felt him go rock solid beneath her, enthralled by how lewd she was being. Her expression was lustful as she slipped his cock out of his underwear and started stroking it between her thighs. She could hear his heart beating through his chest now and hoped she would remember how it sounded forever. "Brick.. Do you consent-"

He cut her off. "If you ever ask me such a ridiculous question again…" His hand flew to the back of her ponytail, wrapping it around his hand, before tugging. She let out a moan and her grip on him tightened. His expression changed entirely, realizing that she liked it. There was no end to the surprises that this girl had in store for him.

He let go of her hair as she tried to lean down to him. When she got to his ear she whispered, "If that was supposed to be threatening… You better try harder. You only made me wetter." She looked him in the eyes as she lifted herself up and bit back her moan as she slowly slid onto his throbbing dick.


Waking up the next morning, Blossom was more than a little confused. Before she even opened her eyes she could feel that her hair was wet and tangled beneath her. She could remember bits and pieces but the rest of the previous night was blank.

She got out of bed and noticed she was in Brick's t-shirt. Okay she remembered that. She wanted to find her phone so she could check the time, but a hand reached out and pulled her back into the warmth of the sheets. "It's not time to wake up yet." His morning voice was low and groggy, it was the first time she'd heard it. She couldn't help but smile as he cuddled into her back, leaving no space between them. Within a few minutes she had fallen back asleep beside him.

The next time her eyes fluttered open, Brick was setting a coffee mug on the nightstand for her. She furrowed her brows, she hadn't even realized that he'd gotten up. She forced herself out of bed before she fell back asleep. "What time is it?"

He glanced at his watch, "12:20."

Her eyes widened a little at his words. "Shit. I gotta get to class." She took a sip of her coffee and started scouring the room for her belongings. Once she located her phone and keys she changed back into yesterday's clothes.

"Class?" He raised an eyebrow.

She nodded, laughing at how little they truly knew about each other. "More importantly, what the hell happened last night?"

He smirked. "What didn't happen?" Blossom rolled her eyes, waiting for him to go into specifics. "You really wanted me.. and I dutifully obliged." She squinted her eyes trying to remember, she did have a faint memory of sitting on his lap and kissing.. and she definitely remembered drinking a lot of wine. He stepped towards her, sweeping her into a kiss. "You were so fucking horny last night." He kissed her again. "Or maybe you always feel that way and you've been holding back..."

Blossom scoffed. "I gotta get home and change."

"Should I stock up on wine before you come over later?"

"Who said I was coming back?"


The room filled with thick black smoke, Brick covered his mouth and nose, waiting for it to dissipate. As soon as HIM entered his line of vision the smoke vanished, leaving only subtle traces that it had ever been there.

HIM made himself comfortable on the sofa, crossing his legs over and wrapping his arms around the back of the couch. "Brick, my boy! How have you been?"

Brick crossed his arms, still standing in the middle of the room. "Why are you here?"

"Now now.. Is that any way to greet your dad?" Brick didn't answer, just stared blankly.

HIM let out a loud sigh. "I've been patient up until now, but I'm just curious my dear… Why are you playing house.. With the Powerpuff? Hmm?" His stare became intense, painful even, and Brick had to look away.

He rolled his eyes. "I'm not playing fucking house."

"Do what you want son, I was just curious.. That's all. Looks like you're getting awfully cozy. Awfully fast, I might add." HIM opened his mouth and a murderous laugh escaped.

"What do you want with her?" Brick demanded.

"You already know what I want with her."

Brick scoffed. "No I haven't got a fucking clue actually. All you said was to get close to her."

"And you're doing a mighty fine job." HIM's eyes were wide with amusement. "You could have become friends with her, attended a class with her.. the possibilities are endless. But I see you decided to have your own fun with it… That's my boy." Brick shifted, but stayed silent. "Then again, you have always had a bit of an obsession with her…"

"I couldn't give a shit about her." Brick narrowed his eyes.

A sinister smile found its way to HIM's lips. "Blossom Utonium.. Seduced by the devil's son.. My how the mighty have fallen." He laughed. "It's not exactly what you were created for but this way of doing things could prove to be very interesting."

"What can I say, she's a good fuck." His eyes clouded over significantly.

"No need to get upset, Brick. I know you've been having fun with your little play thing." HIM stood up. "You know, she's a lot more.. interesting than she used to be. Kind of intriguing, in fact." Suddenly he was behind Brick, one of his claws clicking behind his ear. "She so willingly spread her legs for you. Not what I expected from such a seemingly self righteous girl."

Brick scoffed, losing his patience. He wanted HIM to leave. "Again.. What do you want?"

He teleported again, now he was standing in front of a very irritated Brick. "Don't you want to have a little fun?* He raised an eyebrow. "Cheat on her or something. It'll be... amusing." And with that, he disappeared back to the Underworld.

End Ch. 2 (: